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2 We would adore thee, God sublime,

Whose power and wisdom, love and grace,
Are greater than the round of time,
And wider than the bounds of

space;
O how shall thought expression find,
All lost in thine immensity!
How shall we seek thee, glorious Mind,
Amid thy dread infinity!

3 But thou art present with us here,

As in thy glittering, high domain ;
And grateful hearts and humble fear
Can never seek thy face in vain.
Help us to praise thee, Lord of light,
Help us thy boundless love declare,
And while we seek thy face to-night
Aid us, and hearken to our prayer.

L. M.

100.

W. H. BURLEIGH.

Evening Hymn.

1 Day unto day doth utter speech,

And night to night thy voice makes known;
Through all the earth, where thought may reach,
Is heard the glad and solemn tone;
And worlds beyond the farthest star
Whose light hath reached the human eye,
Catch the high anthem from afar,
That rolls along immensity.

2 O Holy Father! 'mid the calm

And stillness of the evening hour,
We too would lift our solemn psalm,
To praise thy goodness and thy power;

For over us, as over all,
Thy tender mercies still extend,
Nor vainly shall the contrite call
On thee, their Father and their friend.

C. M.

101.

BOWRING.

Nature's Evening Hymn.

i The heavenly spheres to thee, O God,

Attune their evening hymn:
All wise, all holy, thou art praised

In song of seraphim!
Unnumbered systems, suns, and worlds

Unite to worship thee,
While thy majestic greatness fills

Space, time, eternity.

2 Nature, - a temple worthy thee,

That beams with light and love; Whose flowers so sweetly bloom below,

Whose stars rejoice above;
Whose altars are the mountain cliffs

That rise along the shore ;
Whose anthems, the sublime accord

Of storm and ocean roar :

3 Her song of gratitude is sung

By spring's awakening hours;
Her summer offers at thy shrine

Its earliest, loveliest flowers;
Her autumn brings its ripened fruits,

In glorious luxury given;
While winter's silver heights reflect

Thy brightness back to heaven.

4 On all thou smil'st; and what is man

Before thy presence, God?
A breath but yesterday inspired,

To-morrow but a clod.
That clod shall mingle in the vale,

But, kindled, Lord, by thee,
The spirit to thy arms shall spring,

To life, to liberty.

L. M.

102. WATTS.

An Evening Hymn.
1 Thus far the Lord has led me on,

Thus far his power prolongs my days!
And every evening shall make known

Some fresh memorial of his grace.
2 Much of my time has run to waste,

And I, perhaps, am near my home;
But he forgives my follies past,

And gives me strength for days to come. 3 I lay my body down to sleep ;

Peace is the pillow for my head :
While well-appointed angels keep

Their watchful stations round my bed. 4 Faith in his name forbids

my

fear : O may thy presence ne'er depart! And in the morning make me hear

Thy love and kindness in my heart. 5 Thus, when the night of death shall come, My flesh shall rest beneath the ground, And wait thy voice to rouse my tomb, With sweet salvation in the sound.

S. M.
103.

DODDRIDGE.
Evening Admonition.
The swift-declining day,

How fast its moments fly!
While evening's broad and gloomy shade

Gains on the western sky.

2

Ye mortals ! mark its pace;

And use the hours of light;
And know, your Maker can command

An instantaneous night.

3

His word blots out the sun

In its meridian blaze,
And cuts from smiling, vigorous youth

The remnant of its days.

4

On the dark mountain's brow

Your feet shall quickly slide; And from its airy summit dash

Your momentary pride.

5

Give glory to the Lord,

Who rules the rolling sphere ; Submissive at his footstool bow,

And seek salvation there.

6

Then shall new lustre break

Through horror's darkest gloom, And lead you to unchanging light

In a celestial home.

78. M.

104.

SPIRIT OF THE PSALMS.

Safety in God. - Morning or Evening.

1 They who on the Lord rely

Safely dwell though danger 's nigh;
Lo, his sheltering wings are spread
O'er each faithful servant's head.

2 Vain temptation's wily snare;

Christians are Jehovah's care :
Harmless flies the shaft by day,
Or in darkness wings its way.

3 When they wake, or when they sleep,

Angel guards their vigils keep;
Death and danger may be near,
Faith and love have naught to fear.

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1 'T is gone, that bright and orbed blaze,

Fast fading from our wistful gaze;
Yon mantling cloud has hid from sight
The last faint pulse of quivering light.

2 Sun of my soul, thou Saviour dear!

It is not night, if thou be near;
O may no earth-born cloud arise

To hide thee from thy servant's eyes. 3. When the soft dews of kindly sleep

My wearied eyelids gently steep,
Be last thought, how sweet to rest
For ever on my Saviour's breast.

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